Ok, so at my wise old age of 41 I am finally getting that the only way to be "happy" in this life is to take the very best care of myself that I can. I am finally beginning to know that I need to be good to myself, take time for myself, not wear myself out or waste myself away.
For me this means eating well and getting some exercise every day. It means quiet and solitude. It means a clean green space to be in everyday. It means order and pacing. It means connection and conversation with people. It means trying to be creative every day.
It means not allowing the fear of failure or ridicule to guide my choices. It means laughing and relaxing. It means not numbing myself with housework and television. it means not getting caught up in my kids moods. Or R's moods, or anyone's moods- (very hard. very important.) It means being hopeful.
I means not sitting around waiting for someone to love me so I can feel good. It means that my dreams are not contingent upon him loving me, or even being around me. It means that I cannot put my eggs into someone else's basket and expect to reap their rewards.
Easy to say, harder to live. But at least I know now.
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Sounds like a good start. Remember that what we think affects how we feel, shapes our very feelings in fact.
I saw this bumper sticker a few years ago, "Don't believe everything you think." Words of wisdom.
Take care sweetie.
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